Denzil turned away, struggled with his thoughts, again faced her.

Mrs.Wade read his features as if her life depended on what he would resolve.

Seeing him in a misery of indecision, she repeated, at greater length and more earnestly still, her cogent reasonings.

Quarrier argued in reply, and they were still thus engaged when it was announced that the carriage waited.
"Let us go!" He threw his overcoat on to his shoulders.
Mrs.Wade caught his hand.
"Are you bent on doing the hopeless thing ?" "Let us talk in the carriage.

I can't wait any longer." But in the carriage both kept silence.